Why the Law:
“It was the amalgam that persuaded them that the British were nefariously innovating and that the colonists had every right, as loyal subjects, to resist those innovations. The amalgam, in other words, was the real cause of the American Revolution.” viii
-Michael Zuckert
“I wish. I wish you could see through my eyes or walk in my shoes.” Zack found himself, once again, in the room with the table. The world was the same, but the players and circumstances had changed. No one sat at the table now.
Everyone had gotten up and was standing in a different corner of the room. Zack heard a woman’s voice again, “I wish you could see through my eyes…”
Zack walked to the table that was in the center of the room and on it rested the United States Constitution and, to the right of the document, a human skull.
“It can be fulfilled,” he heard from one corner. He looked up and saw Senator Hardin looking out. Zack knew what he thought; that there was a higher plain on which true liberty was a reality; a place where reason would be restored and where all human law would be fulfilled. Even though people couldn’t achieve that fully on this earth, it was something to strive for in anticipation of that fulfillment.
“I wish you could see through my eyes,” he heard again as he picked up the skull. Did law guide human reason or did human reason guide the law? Where the two so interconnected and codependent that they had to evolve together? If so, what was the guiding force? There must be some force drawing them to fulfillment and restoration. Was it the natural call of the universe? Was it Christ? Would only those who pursued the fulfillment ever realize true liberty and the rest be slaves forever?
Everything at this moment was unclear. The only certainty was that true liberty was not found within the realm of human sovereignty, the must be another sovereign under whom the bondage of unfulfilled law and imperfect reason were worked out and under whom the law is fulfilled and reason is restored. Without this, there can be no true liberty.
“I wish you could see through my eyes,” the voice became louder and Zack looked up from the table and to the door. There he saw Melissa trying to figure out which way to run and Casey chasing after her. He walked up to them, but they did not respond to him. Was Melissa the one speaking? No. She was just as clueless as the rest of them, trying to figure out how to be free in the chains of an imperfect world. He moved passed them and opened the door.
Dumbfounded as he walked outside, he saw a girl holding out her hand. “Don’t you want to see through my eyes?” she asked and he replied, “Why?”
“I wish you could see through my eyes,” she said softly.
Zack took her hand and she led him to the water’s edge. He looked into the water. At the surface, everything was calm and still, but underneath the fish were eating each other, fighting for their place in the world. “If only they could see what you see,” she looked at Zack.
Perhaps the people in this world couldn’t see what they were fighting for. Was there a meta-reality that people in this imperfect world could not see? Was it a reality invisible to the fallen human senses but there all the same? Could there be a perspective from which all of the human striving for liberty made sense? Zack wanted such a perspective. “I want to see through your eyes,” he said just before waking up.